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Night 44: M11-M20 Hallway
Indy dressed and left quickly after the doors unlocked, ready to make an early start. He seemed to be the first one out in the hallway, which was fine with him. The fewer people around, the faster he could move--assuming being the first one out in the hall didn't also mean being the first course of King Kong's dinner.
He shifted his shoulder, felt the weight of the whip looped over it. The injury was fading. Right now, at least, Indy wasn't too concerned about taking that chance.
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He shifted his shoulder, felt the weight of the whip looped over it. The injury was fading. Right now, at least, Indy wasn't too concerned about taking that chance.
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Kratos barely marked the return of the Head Doctor; it was no source of relief, and the "next level" that Landel had spoken of was far more intriguing, except only in that it meant more trouble on the horizon.
Giving the intercom broadcast no more thought, the swordsman went straight to his closet and pulled out the items he needed, running over Hitsugaya's last-minute announcement. There had been a cryptic but nevertheless discernible warning; he would have to take even more care this night...
Kratos's grip on his sword tightened as he swept out into the hallway. Yes, tonight he couldn't afford to lose focus and be distracted. There would be no time to face the memories; he would suppress everything for now until he found the time to "deal" as Raine had suggested.
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